restraints.
Again
and again, the whip cracked, lashing against the woman’s body, inching higher
and higher on her legs. My own body jerked with each crack of the whip,
imagining what it must be like for the woman: wondering how high the whip would
strike, the pleasure experienced from each bite of the whip against her tender
flesh.
“Martin
is an expert a whip.” The soft voice in my ear made me jump. I felt Chase’s
body behind me, his hands on my ass. I pushed back against him and he slid his
hands around to the front of my body, caressing the tops of my thighs, the very
same places where the woman on the cross was being hit with the whip.
I
could feel his erection pressed against my ass and I shamelessly arched my back,
my hips undulating against Chase’s body, rubbing my body hard against him.
“Gets
you hot, doesn’t it?” He nuzzled my ear, his tongue flicking along my neck. His
lips pressed against my skin; I was certain he could feel my pulse pounding
against his mouth.
I
nodded. More than anything, right then, I wanted Chase, hard. I turned my head,
looking up at him.
“Is
there some place we can go?”
“Follow
me.”
***
The
room was small and dark, up a narrow set of stairs at the back of the club. I
had my arms around Chase’s neck before he’d thumbed the lock, hands tugging at
his hair, my tongue against his lips, body pressed hard against his. As I
pulled him closer I felt the rip of fabric as the tear in my dress grew bigger.
But I didn’t care.
Chase
had his hands beneath my dress, pulling the material aside, fingers working
beneath the edges of my thong. There was another rending of fabric and my pussy
was exposed, the thong disappearing into the gloom and from my mind. He pushed
me hard up against the wall with a resounding thud. I slid one leg up his body,
wrapping it around his waist.
In
the tight space between our bodies, he made quick work of the zipper and button
on his jeans, grunting as he freed his cock from the confines of his pants.
There
was no ceremony; he was in me quickly, holding me against his body, thrusting
hard and fast. Our mouths were locked together in a vicious kiss, breath
rasping between our lips as he drove himself into me over and over.
I
came so quickly, pulling Chase against me as hard as I could, clinging to him
as my hips thrust forward violently, my head hitting the wall as I broke away
from his mouth, a harsh scream coming from somewhere far inside me.
Chase
dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass, pulling me even closer, thrusting
deeply into me as he came with me, the urgency of his thrusts spurring on my
own climax.
Our
eyes were locked and even in the dim light I could see the raw animal passion
in his eyes. It brought on a fresh wave of something inexplicably primal from
deep inside.
We
stayed locked together after we were finished. I didn’t want to let go of Chase
and when he tried to pull out of me, I clutched at him. We finally slid to the
floor, where he cradled me on his lap, stroking my hair.
“Oh, Abby.
What am I going to do with you?” I heard the rumble of his soft laugh against
my ear.
“You
drive me wild, like no one ever has.” He tipped my face up to his, his kiss
tender on my bruised lips.
“Let’s
go home, Abby.”
***
Chase
took me back to his condo. In his bedroom, he undressed me slowly; taking care
with what little was left to remove, in the dim light filtering through the
curtains. He laid me gently on his bed, planting soft kisses on my body,
lighting a fire with each brush of his lips against my skin.
The
rest of the night with Chase was heaven. It was a long slow dance, led by
Chase, me following willingly, everything slow and easy, every movement giving
immense pleasure. Never had anything felt so good, so right.
“Chase…”
We were lying in shared bliss, tangled in the sheets and each other’s arms and
legs. My head was resting in the now-familiar spot on his chest, his arm
Again
and again, the whip cracked, lashing against the woman’s body, inching higher
and higher on her legs. My own body jerked with each crack of the whip,
imagining what it must be like for the woman: wondering how high the whip would
strike, the pleasure experienced from each bite of the whip against her tender
flesh.
“Martin
is an expert a whip.” The soft voice in my ear made me jump. I felt Chase’s
body behind me, his hands on my ass. I pushed back against him and he slid his
hands around to the front of my body, caressing the tops of my thighs, the very
same places where the woman on the cross was being hit with the whip.
I
could feel his erection pressed against my ass and I shamelessly arched my back,
my hips undulating against Chase’s body, rubbing my body hard against him.
“Gets
you hot, doesn’t it?” He nuzzled my ear, his tongue flicking along my neck. His
lips pressed against my skin; I was certain he could feel my pulse pounding
against his mouth.
I
nodded. More than anything, right then, I wanted Chase, hard. I turned my head,
looking up at him.
“Is
there some place we can go?”
“Follow
me.”
***
The
room was small and dark, up a narrow set of stairs at the back of the club. I
had my arms around Chase’s neck before he’d thumbed the lock, hands tugging at
his hair, my tongue against his lips, body pressed hard against his. As I
pulled him closer I felt the rip of fabric as the tear in my dress grew bigger.
But I didn’t care.
Chase
had his hands beneath my dress, pulling the material aside, fingers working
beneath the edges of my thong. There was another rending of fabric and my pussy
was exposed, the thong disappearing into the gloom and from my mind. He pushed
me hard up against the wall with a resounding thud. I slid one leg up his body,
wrapping it around his waist.
In
the tight space between our bodies, he made quick work of the zipper and button
on his jeans, grunting as he freed his cock from the confines of his pants.
There
was no ceremony; he was in me quickly, holding me against his body, thrusting
hard and fast. Our mouths were locked together in a vicious kiss, breath
rasping between our lips as he drove himself into me over and over.
I
came so quickly, pulling Chase against me as hard as I could, clinging to him
as my hips thrust forward violently, my head hitting the wall as I broke away
from his mouth, a harsh scream coming from somewhere far inside me.
Chase
dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass, pulling me even closer, thrusting
deeply into me as he came with me, the urgency of his thrusts spurring on my
own climax.
Our
eyes were locked and even in the dim light I could see the raw animal passion
in his eyes. It brought on a fresh wave of something inexplicably primal from
deep inside.
We
stayed locked together after we were finished. I didn’t want to let go of Chase
and when he tried to pull out of me, I clutched at him. We finally slid to the
floor, where he cradled me on his lap, stroking my hair.
“Oh, Abby.
What am I going to do with you?” I heard the rumble of his soft laugh against
my ear.
“You
drive me wild, like no one ever has.” He tipped my face up to his, his kiss
tender on my bruised lips.
“Let’s
go home, Abby.”
***
Chase
took me back to his condo. In his bedroom, he undressed me slowly; taking care
with what little was left to remove, in the dim light filtering through the
curtains. He laid me gently on his bed, planting soft kisses on my body,
lighting a fire with each brush of his lips against my skin.
The
rest of the night with Chase was heaven. It was a long slow dance, led by
Chase, me following willingly, everything slow and easy, every movement giving
immense pleasure. Never had anything felt so good, so right.
“Chase…”
We were lying in shared bliss, tangled in the sheets and each other’s arms and
legs. My head was resting in the now-familiar spot on his chest, his arm
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